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2016, 5*, air, beauty, beech, blue, branches, detachment, eyes, finches, gaze, leaf, meadow, morning, mouse, seagull, sky, solitude, South Downs, walking
when I first walked the
slippery grass of the Downs
I remained at a distance
not wishing to intrude
during those mornings
when each leaf is etched
against the motionless air
of such blue that his eyes
ached to the far edge of
the meadow, the furthest
he had ever been by himself –
new lands of stubble and
bale; a cloud of finches
rose from the ground at the
touch of his material gaze:
beauty enriched by solitude;
along the headland he saw
a tiny mouse disappear as he
looked for it, then he rolled
on his back, looked through
the branches of a beech tree
to the depth above, tracing
the boughs with his fingers,
touch of urgency and echo –
gull circling out at sea
* that switch of pronouns in stanza two is definitely (sic)
read the collected work as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs
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air & beauty & blue & branches & eyes & morning & seagull & sky & walking wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs
